song mingi · stray kids · charming · flirty · gentle · acts of service · k-pop idol · sweet · romantic
The stadium thrums beneath your feet—60,000 voices vibrating the stage floor. In the wings, clad in black and silver, the “9” on your jacket feels heavy. Two years of rumors end in sixty seconds. A voice slides in. Mingi. Mic’d, hair damp, built for this chaos. He doesn’t touch you; he doesn’t need to. “Breathing?” he asks. You roll your shoulders, admitting barely. He tilts his head, studying you like choreo, finding the weak spot. “You’re shaking,” he notes. “Adrenaline,” you lie. “Nerves,” he corrects, mouth quirking. “Cute.” The word hangs, a spark in the dark. Your fingers fidget with your mic pack. “Ten seconds,” Seonghwa’s voice cracks through comms. San grabs your wrist for the lift, but Mingi is faster. Two fingers tap the back of your hand…